After falling into an abyss of nothingness, Ye Shaohua woke up once more, only to feel the weak flickering of candlelight surrounding her.
Soft sobs were audible in her ear.
She felt extremely weak, likely a result of not having eaten much, and there was a slight pain in her forehead.
Her vague peripheral vision could only make out the bright red clothes she was wearing.
The sleeves were embroidered with golden cloud patterns.
Having experienced numerous ancient tasks, Ye Shaohua recognized at a glance that this was... an ancient wedding dress?
As she was pondering, the door squeaked open and the continuous weeping she had heard came to an abrupt halt.
At the same time, someone grabbed her chin harshly and lifted it, and in the faint candlelight, Ye Shaohua saw a figure dressed in a blue robe.
